Delaney POV
Scarlett's explanation was reasonable enough that for a second I almost bought it.
I gave her a long look, letting my eyes move from her face to the phone still sitting in her hand.
“Then what are you waiting for? Change the password.”
Her eyes widened.
“Oh. Right.”
I couldn't help staring at her.
If I hadn't reminded her, she probably would've walked away and forgotten the whole thing five minutes later.
That was Scarlett when she was angry: she could spend an hour arguing with someone and then completely forget about the practical problem that had started the argument.
She immediately opened her phone, changed the password, and sent the new one to me.
For a few seconds, she looked satisfied. Then she stared at the screen again.
The relief lasted maybe three seconds
